Well, after squandering what little masculinity I had left by venturing out to the Spice Girls concert with three other guys, I partially redeemed myself Monday night. Wingy and I had four gorgeous ladies accompany us to—well, I’d like to say an AC/DC or Avenged Sevenfold show but in actual fact it was Tori Amos. So sue me…

Again, pictured with Wingy.

Anyway, you can see them in the picture. See? Take a closer look. Yes, that’s right, girls! So there.

The concert itself was okay. Amos played a few too many piano ballads for my taste and she seemed to waste her band, which seemed like it was ready to rock. The audience, an arty one, ate it up, though. Afterwards, we went for a post-show drink, our numbers dwindled down to four; Wingy insisted on ordering spicier and spicier Caesars, and one of our party told me all about her broken-down marriage. At 26! What the hell’s going on with the world? No wonder she wanted to go to a Tori Amos concert.